- it takes him a minute to catch if someone is sad, happy or angry. you could be crying and he wouldnt know it for like 2 seconds later he would realize it
- he loves cheese like even those weird types of cheese
-when he has freetime he listens to music (metal, rock)
- he is pretty clingy he likes affection
-he copes with making jokes like something happens he is walking around joking
-he loves getting gifts
-he rarely drink something strong and easily gets drunk from like a 8% beer
ghost x you smut +18 the intro is long so just saying
(it's vanilla tbh if yall want anything more kinky I'll try and write it next time)
The apartment always felt different when Simon was home.
You never really knew how to explain it. Nothing about the place physically changed when he walked through the door. The same old lamp flickered occasionally in the corner, the same pile of blankets sat on the couch, and the television was usually playing some random show neither of you were paying much attention to. But somehow, the entire atmosphere shifted the moment you heard his keys against the lock.
You were curled up on the couch that evening, your legs tucked underneath you and a blanket loosely wrapped around your shoulders, when you heard the front door open.
You looked up immediately.
Simon stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. His jacket was damp from the rain outside, and his hair was slightly messy, the blonde strands falling across his forehead in a way that made him look considerably more tired than he would ever admit.
His eyes found yours almost instantly.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and rough from exhaustion, but there was a faint softness underneath it that only ever seemed to come out around you.
You smiled and shifted slightly on the couch. “Hey. I wasn't expecting you home this early. I thought you'd be gone another few hours.”
“Neither did I,” he replied, shrugging his jacket off. “Things wrapped up sooner than expected, so I figured I'd come home before someone found another reason to keep me there.”
You laughed quietly. “You mean before Price found another job for you?”
Simon glanced at you with an unimpressed expression, but the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
“Exactly.”
He dropped his jacket over the back of the chair instead of hanging it up.
You stared at it.
He noticed.
“What?”
“You know there's a perfectly good hook about three feet away from you, right?”
His eyebrows rose as he looked at the jacket and then back at you. “I'm aware.”
“And yet you still put it on the chair.”
“I've been gone all day,” he said, sounding completely serious as he walked toward the couch. “The jacket has earned the chair.”
You laughed. “That's the stupidest excuse I've ever heard.”
“Still an excuse.”
He stopped in front of you.
You looked up at him.
For a second, neither of you said anything.
Then he gestured toward the other side of the couch.
“Move over.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You have the entire other half of the couch.”
“I know.”
“So why do you want my spot?”
“Because you're in it.”
You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head, smiling despite yourself as you moved closer to the armrest.
“There. Happy?”
“Much.”
He sat beside you, and almost immediately his arm slipped around your shoulders.
You leaned against him without thinking.
It was one of those little things that had become so normal between you that neither of you really acknowledged it anymore. His hand rested loosely against your upper arm, his thumb moving absent-mindedly against your skin while you rested your head against his chest.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was the television.
You could feel the tension slowly leaving his body.
“You're exhausted,” you murmured.
Simon gave a quiet hum, his eyes fixed on the television even though you were almost certain he wasn't watching it.
“Long day.”
“Bad day?”
“Not particularly.”
He paused, then added, “Just one of those days where everyone suddenly forgets how to do their job.”
You smiled against his chest. “So, a normal day?”
That earned you a quiet laugh.
“Something like that.”
You lifted your head slightly to look at him.
His eyes were already on you.
“What?” you asked.
“You've been staring at me.”
“So have you.”
“I asked first.”
You smiled. “Maybe I missed you.”
His expression softened.
“You saw me yesterday.”
“I know.”
“And the day before that.”
“I know.”
“And you still missed me?”
You shrugged, pretending to be casual. “Maybe I like having you around.”
Simon looked at you for a long moment.
Then he reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face.
“Maybe I like having you around too,” he said quietly.
There was something about the way he said it that made your teasing smile disappear.
Simon wasn't particularly good at saying things like that.
He wasn't the kind of person who constantly told you how much he cared. Instead, he showed it in little ways.
He remembered which side of the bed you preferred.
He noticed when you were getting tired before you did.
He always made sure your phone was charged if you fell asleep on the couch.
He complained whenever you skipped meals, even though you knew half the time he was doing exactly the same thing.
And whenever he came home, no matter how late it was, he always checked on you first.
You reached up and gently ran your fingers through his hair.
His eyes closed almost immediately.
“You like that?” you whispered.
“Don't get smug.”
You smiled. “You definitely like it.”
He opened his eyes again and gave you a tired look.
“I'm reconsidering being nice to you.”
“You won't.”
“And how exactly do you know that?”
“Because you love me.”
He stared at you.
Then, very quietly, he said, “Unfortunately, I do.”
You laughed.
“Unfortunately?”
“You're a pain in the ass.”
“And you're still here.”
“Unfortunately.”
You pushed his shoulder lightly.
He caught your hand before you could pull it away.
His fingers closed gently around yours.
The teasing expression on his face faded.
For a moment, he simply looked at you.
Then he leaned closer.
The kiss was soft.
Nothing rushed.
Nothing dramatic.
Just his lips against yours for a few quiet seconds before he pulled away enough to look at you again.
You smiled.
“What?”
His voice was barely above a murmur.
“You're smiling.”
“Maybe I'm happy.”
“Maybe?”
You leaned closer again.
“Fine. I'm very happy.”
He shook his head, but there was a small smile on his face now.
“You're impossible.”
“And you like me anyway.”
“I do very much sweetheart.”
The answer came so easily that you almost didn't know what to say.
He kissed you again.
This time, you were the one who leaned closer, your fingers curling lightly into the front of his shirt.
His hand settled at your waist.
The kiss lasted longer than the first, still gentle but carrying something that hadn't been there before.
When you finally pulled away, you stayed close enough that your forehead rested against his.
Neither of you spoke for a few seconds.
The rain continued tapping against the windows.
Simon looked at you, his thumb slowly brushing over your side.
“You know,” he murmured, “I've been thinking about you all day.”
You smiled faintly. “Were they good thoughts?”
His eyes flickered toward your lips.
“Very.”
Your heartbeat quickened.
“Want to tell me about them?”
His expression changed.
That familiar teasing look returned, but there was something warmer underneath it.
“I think I'd rather show you.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“That's a very confident thing to say.”
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur beside your ear.
“You're the one who asked.”
You turned toward him.
For a moment, you simply looked at each other.
Then you reached for his hand.
“Come with me.”
Simon glanced down at your intertwined fingers before looking back at you.
“Was planning on it.”
You smiled.
He stood first, pulling you gently to your feet.
You barely made it a few steps before he stopped.
You turned around.
“What?”
He reached down, picked up the blanket you'd dropped on the floor, and placed it over the back of the couch.
You stared at him.
“Seriously?”
“What?”
“You're fixing the blanket right now?”
He gave you an almost innocent look.
“You'll complain about it tomorrow if I don't.”
You laughed. “You know me too well.”
“I've had practice.”
He stepped closer again.
His hand settled against your waist.
“Now,” he murmured, “where were we?”
You smiled.
“I think you were about to show me what you'd been thinking about all day.”
His eyes darkened slightly.
“That's right.”
He leaned down and kissed you again.
The rest of the apartment disappeared around you.
his hands went under your shirt and under your bra he started to slowly tease your nips while kissing your neck he took off your shirt and bra
"shit baby you are sooo beautiful.." he said definitely horny
"you think so?"
"ofcourse I fucking do baby doll."
he undressed you and started kissing your whole body his hand slowly went down and started teasing your slit by dragging his fingers up and down, then he started fingering you
you were moaning and whimpering
"how do you feel hm" ghost asked
you were still just moaning
"cock drunk huh?" Simon smirked
" m-mhm.."
" good girl.."
Simon then took his finger out you whimpered at the empty feeling then he took of his pants and boxers his big cock sprung free he pumped himself a few times before entering your pussy
"how it feels to be stretched out by me sweet girl ghost asked
"g-good..very good just keep going p-please.."
he went faster and after few minutes he came inside you while you also came.
Much later, the apartment was quiet again.
The rain had stopped, leaving the windows covered in tiny droplets that reflected the streetlights outside.
You were curled against Simon beneath the blankets, your head resting on his chest while his arm was wrapped securely around your waist.
For once, he looked completely relaxed.
No tension in his shoulders.
No guarded expression.
"you came so good tonight baby" Simon said
"you think so?"
"yes. yes I fucking do doll even tho i was exhausted you felt so good" he was kissing your neck marking you
| MY FIRST EVER I THINK ONE SHOT? SMUT ITS PROBABLY SO BAD SO YOU'RE READING IT ON YOUR OWN RISK +18
(it's Hella short)
SIMON GHOST RILEY X YOU
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The apartment was quiet for once.
No missions. No radios. No alarms.
Just you and Simon.
He was sitting on the couch, boots kicked off, wearing an old black shirt and sweatpants. Without the gear, without the mask, he looked almost ordinary.
Almost.
You walked over and dropped beside him, resting your head against his shoulder.
“Tired?” he asked.
“Very.”
His arm slipped around your waist, pulling you closer.
“sweetheart you've been staring at me for five minutes.”
“I have not.”
“You have.”
You looked up at him. “Maybe I like looking at you.”
A quiet huff of amusement escaped him.
“Dangerous thing to admit.”
“Why?”
His eyes met yours.
“Because I might start thinking you mean it.”
You smiled and leaned closer.
“I think you already know.”
For a moment, he simply looked at you.
Then he kissed you.
Slowly at first, almost teasingly, his hand settling against your waist as you curled your fingers into his shirt.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.
“shit baby.." He murmured against your neck
he picked you up in bridal style, and carried you to the bedroom.
"you have no idea how much I missed you.."
he put you on the bed spreading your legs, he hooked his fingers into your pants and took them off with panties
you whimpered a bit. needy.
he started sucking on your sensitive clit slowly
"please Simon speed up..I beg you" you were arching your back
"who is in charge you or me??" he stopped sucking your clit and looked you into your eyes
"you.." you said NEEDY
" thats right baby girl" *
Simon said and started sucking your clit again
he putted one finger in then another,and after that u came on him
he cleaned you up and dressed you up
"babe you don't wanna be pleasured...?" you said
"baby I just had your release on my tounge that enough pleasure for me." *He said smirking*
(im sorry if it's terrible ima try and make it waaay more better im just starting..)
yk what is the saddest part about soaps death? the fact that he thought everyone died with him. beacuse he didn't defuse the bomb our poor baby thought he could meet up with his team in heaven this is so sad :(
I was reading a fic where price was rouge and it reminded me what is gonna happen in mw4.. i actually cried over it already 3 times omfg im so sensitive but I still feel like price will win I mean tf141 fell apart the SECOND soap died it was obvious but yeah..
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